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[epicdogymoment]

my beautiful honse.

[general-light]

ahh lads they fucking dangled him =.=

[jerich0two]

Heard he was part of the mob in his prime...

Bonus monochrome newspapery version!

Maybe -- just maybe! -- this is my version of Overlord Angel.

[art-is-kayos]

Phone games

[dannimatic]

how long has it been

[critrolesideblog]

I've been noodling around for a while on a little fic of Yussa and Essek's first meeting, and I think it might actually be done by this WIP Wednesday! In light of this exciting development, here is a little preview...

Yussa's tower contained a number of receiving rooms for guests of varying importance. The one Sylmarr was ushered into had walls painted a shade of blue that matched the midday sky outside and high windows that opened onto balconies rarely visible from the exterior but which offered sweeping views of the city, the harbor, and the ocean. Layers of finely woven linen curtains filtered the bright Nicodranian sunlight. The furniture was made of imported, Uthodurnian maple, expensive but not ostentatious. Yussa settled into his favorite high-backed chair, upholstered in a rich turquoise velvet, by the tea table as Sylmarr paused by the window overlooking the city. When he turned back to the room, his politician's smile was gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown.

"So, do you think my Elvish is good enough to continue with this disguise?"

"Briefly, perhaps, but if you plan to spend much time in the Menagerie Coast, your accent is just strong enough to garner unwanted attention. I would recommend limiting its use to places further afield."

"Understood."

He sat gingerly on the edge of the chair opposite Yussa, as if it might grow a mouth and consume him if he got comfortable. Not an unreasonable fear, all things considered, Yussa mused as he poured the tea. One of the adventurers he traveled with centuries ago was almost consumed by such a creature… Talia? No, Talia, when he traveled with the Wandering Wyrd, was almost killed by a Gelatinous Cube. It was Tyros with the --

"You have lived in Nicodranas for some time?"

"For over two centuries. Before that I traveled. A little bird told me--" at three in the morning last night, when she could not sleep and decided to make that Yussa's problem "--you have been travelling yourself recently."

"A bit."

"With Caleb Widogast?"

"He speaks very highly of you."

"He is an impressive talent and a good ally."

"And a good friend."

"I have not known many high-born Drow to speak of friends."

"Well," Sylmarr retrieved his teacup from its saucer. "I have been called exceptional."

[warrior-of-waistbands]

been missing him lately

[scrawlingskribbles]

brain wouldn't let me know peace until I drew the dang meme for myself, so... x'3c Radlights brainrot found still perfectly alive and well at the end of 2023 lmfao, who woulda guessed it~? ✨️💙💚🧡❤️✨️

[rainybraindays]

Local girl needs to share or she will literally explode

[lmelodie]

OHH DOUBLES TONIGHT LADS!

Because we are in the colder half of the year these are the seasons that get the outfit studies, and I REALLY like em!

Autumn was surprisingly hard to find outfits for? Something that's not too over the top

And I found this great artist on insta that does a lot of good clothing illustrations/concepts which did help me out!

Her 5th outfit has a necklace with her sister's colors in the leaves and that was improvised right off the cuff

My favorite one of Autumns is between the Seasons Best (6th) and the leaf collar (9th) LOVE my foliage brushes, always get so much milage out of them

I did take quite a long break between Winter's batches so there might be a bit of an effort discrepancy, but Winter's wardrobe is always fun to play with.

(Also get SO MUCH MILAGE out of my Frost brush pack, literally life saver)

Her 8th outfit is definitely a lot more Snow Queen than I thought it would've turned out, but dearly noted for if I ever draw Bianca again lol

But I think oddly enough my favorite of hers is the 3rd one! It's not my design, it's an actual garment set and it's just too winter coded, its literally taken from her closet feels canon so its my fave of hers

And let me know if you guys want me to put just the reference images I used with these. There's so many and sometimes i end up stitching some together

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

TFW you suddenly get an idea for the continuation of the WIP you started but then abandoned 6 years ago

[lyss-draws-sometimes]

When Arcane season 2 is so good you post art for the first time in years

[rivalkieran]

epic guitar riff

[translaytonblr]

been looking back on some of my old layton art posts and realizing like. wow. i was deep in some shit. calling my own art "content"... no wonder i dont like posting anymore i did this shit to myself

[basslinegrave]

old man acquired

[tornsurvivors]

032. a quiet hospital room . [Kyle Reese to Sarah Connor. No clue if you're still doing these. If not feel free to ignore me.]

[ this prompt. ]

'Come on, Kyle. Wake up.'

Words that never left her mouth felt like lead sinking in her stomach, and especially her heart. Because she was afraid if she said them... he wouldn't wake up at all. Then they would be nothing but sitting ducks in this hospital room. God, she always hated hospitals. The smell of it. She didn't even feel safe here... but are they safe anywhere?

'No, we're not.' She thought bitterly, jaw clenching as she tentatively reached out for the man's hand and held it tight. Waiting for a response at all. Waiting for a squeeze of his hand to let her know he's not completely comatose. Fuck, Kyle was the ONLY place she felt safe at all. Not even her parents' place could offer that comfort anymore, she was aware of that. Tears began to well in her eyes as fear crawled out of it's hole and threatened to cripple her.

That pissed her off.

Her rage flickered silently within her tired eyes, before she shut them tightly and exhaled -- dropping her head down to rest on the bed next to Kyle's arm, hand still clutching onto his.

"Damn it, Kyle... wake the fuck up. We can't stay here!" She hissed out, lifting her head again to stare at the man... despite her next breath shaking a little. The silence was broken, yielding to her justified anger. Justified, because some fucking machine was out to get her. A man-made THING that was nothing but lights and clockwork, programs... lack of humanity... was out to get her, just because of her future son.

"That thing is going to find us and we're going to be dead! You are not leaving me here alone to deal with it, get the fuck up!"